No Mirrors15 Aug. '13
"Rose." she laughed, her hand over her eyes. "I need you to take this off me."
"What Letta?" The red haired woman groaned, struggling to sit up to look at her friend. "You’re earrings?" she slurred.
"Nuh nuh." she said, trying to say no but the O’s wouldn’t form. She pulled up her tank top to show off some cincher that reached just below her bra. "I need to take this off."
"Going to sleep?" Rose laughed, her hands going under her side and helping her roll over onto her stomach to undo the hooks on the back.
"nuh." Letta grabbed the bottle and poured a shot for each of them.
"Babe, you don’t even need this thing." Rose pulled the cincher off and put it in a pile with the throw pillows and blanket.
Letta grumbled at her. “I just dun like my tummy. Shots.” She offered the glass to Rose, and they clinked glasses. “Cheers.”
"Why dun you like your tummy?" Rose drank. "What is this?"
"Orange blossom vodka." Letta held up t
Healing Hearts11,Aug. '13
Healing Hearts (prompt 6)
"It’s gonna be a hard journey, but just believe me when I say it’ll all be worth it in the end."
Melanie could not believe what she was hearing. Essa smiled at her, gripping the young girl’s arms. It was the closest she had ever come to a hug from the woman.
"No," the preteen let out a pitiful moan, "You’re… You can’t do this!" Melanie tried to wretch her arms free, ready to fight Essa. "You’re such a damn liar!"
Essa’s smile looked sad, and two of the soldiers beside her edged closer. “You keep your men back, Archer.” she snarled, the warmth disappearing from her voice. Her red eyes staring daggers at the captain in the room.
He frowned, then motioned for his men to back off.
"Mels," she turned her tone soft and soothing as Melanie fought to pull free. "You’ve been fighting me every step of the way… I know how hurt you’ve been. Since Kaiden did that to you…. But
Dinner Date05, Aug. '13
She froze with the wine glass an inch from her mouth, her gaze focused on the sheet of paper he’d just handed her.
"I decline." she growled, her brown eyes scanning him. "Now please leave Levi."
The woman was petite in stature, and had midnight hair with eyes that matched. Her skin was a warm cocoa color, her throat, cleavage, shoulder blades and much of her shoulders exposed by the dress she wore. The man sitting across from her at the dinner table was fit, tall, and built like a bear. His face bronzed slightly by su, his brown hair neatly trimmed, combed and gelled into place. His suit looked nice on him, and had to be let out due to his height and his muscled form.
Levi swallowed the lump in his throat. “Margot. Please. Just hear me out.”
He slid the paper across the table at him. “Just… Read it.”
Margot looked at the paper, putting the glass down carefully. She read the paper, a formal apology from Levi’s Alpha for the disturb
Howling to the Moon03,Aug. '13
He wondered how long this secret had been kept from him.
Bryce stared at the little girl who clung to Seren’s leg. “Who’s dat, Mama?” she asked, big golden eyes staring back at him.
"No body, babyface. Go see Esther. She came back with sweeties from her trip." Seren smiled, a dazzling smile that Bryce missed seeing. The little girl ran off, her canter somewhat uneven.
After sometime of just studying Seren, Bryce spoke up. “….She’s beautiful,” he sounded breatless, pained. “She has your eyes.”
Seren frowned at him. “You need to leave before Rick comes back,” she adjusted her leather jacket some, crossing her arms and pushing her chest out. Bryce gave her a sad look.
"Her father?" he asked.
"No." Seren growled. "My Alpha. And Lyssa is my daughter. Mine."
"You can’t be happy with this life." he said, looking back up to meet her eyes. "Being his….his… Mistress!"
Seren glowered at him. &
Normalcy02, Aug. '13
“I’m sorry I don’t meet your standards of normalcy!”
The teen stood up, knocking over his chair from the table. He ran his fingers through his black hair, blue eyes staring daggers across the table.
"You could have gotten expelled!" his father growled, "Goddamnit Jack! Look at me when I’m talking to you."
"I wish I was expelled," the senior huffed, straightening his thin frame. "Then I could forfeit that goddamn swimming scholarship and wouldn’t have to cut my hair and wouldn’t be called freak by those assholes on my own team!"
Hugh frowned, then grabbed the boy by the nape of his neck. “We’re going over to the school and you are submitting a formal apology for this disturbance. You don’t, and I swear to god Jack, I’m sending you to the Academy and they can lock you up in the Vault for all I care.”
Off in another part of the house, Jack heard his mother wail a long cry of pain. He liked Cecilia, and th
To be a Bride 303, Aug. '13
Kimal rode with the supplies on the car, pulled by two large six legged horses, her own horse traveling behind tied to a tether. She watched at the scenery went by, and tilted her head some to look at the brothers who sat on either side of her. Neland, the elder, and Fenrir, the younger, were both stiff and not very talkative.
Maybe they thought she was homely and weird, and wanted to avoid speaking with her. Where their father was jovial and talkative, his sons were off little salamanders. She looked at the clothes she chose to were today. A orange camisole with a billow light green bownecked top that ended midrib. Her pants were rusty orange, and she wore toeless leggings to show off her clawed feet.
After almost two and a half hours of almost complete silence, Kimal stood up on the moving metal and wood vehicle, stepped over Fenrir who was not driving the horses, climbed along the side of the car, and move to her own horse. She untethered the animal then cantered around
To be a Bride 231, Jul. '13
The General Tessan looked at the small home. It was nice, clean and smelled of cedar and apples. The man of the house, a retired comrade of his, spoke over small glassed of tea and sweets.
He had known the man, Ulrich, since their service together, and they were like brothers. Their wives knew one another, but their children were vaguely acquainted. Tessan had four daughters of his own, and two sons. His daughters had all found love and lived with their husbands across the country.
His younger son sat to his left, and his older stood by a book case, admiring their literature. They spoke softly with one another, not liking the prospect of marrying some girl they didn’t know.
"For a bunch of wheat growers, they sure have an extensive collection." Neland muttered.
Fenrir glanced at the leather bound second edition book by Nassat n’Mor. A collection of religious poems from the some centuries before. The calligraphy was beautiful, and the pages felt delicate.